scrubjayspeaks

[Content warning: pet death]

I had to put my dog down today. She's been ancient and declining for a long time, but she was also not unwell in any specific way. (Apart from the metabolic issues, the benign brain tumor, the hormonal issues, and the allergies...but she's been like that for years.) But she had a really bad day yesterday that turned into a much worse night. By morning, it was clear we were looking at hours, not days, of time left.

I got ludicrously lucky, honestly. I didn't have to juggle work. The clinic was open on a Saturday. Her vet was available, rather than just having to see whoever was in. They had an appointment available in the early morning. All of which I was intensely grateful for, in the midst of everything.

She's buried out in the wildflower field now.

I got her during my last year of college. Which was apparently 16 years ago, but feels more like a mythic age nearly passed out of human memory. She was with me through so much. My wretched little goblin dog.